Kirishima P. O. V.
The steady sound of rain pattered rhythmically against the dorm windows, as the well-behaved students of Class-A enjoyed an unexpected half-day comfortably within the warmth of the common room. Their afternoon classes had been canceled due to the chaos that ensued that morning. The troublemakers weren't so lucky. Angry with them all, Aizawa had instructed them to clear out all the rubble that had been created during Bakugou and Kyo's fight for the remainder of the day, despite the dreadful weather. Whatever they didn't manage to dispose of would be saved for the next day and so forth until it was cleared up enough for Cementoss to level out the area.
While Kaminari and Sero were stuck using wheelbarrows and shovels, Bakugou and Kyo decided to clear the area with their quirks. Subduing their destructive powers, so they didn't accidentally create more work for them to do. After watching them for a bit, Mina decided to use her quirk as well. Her acid even better suited for the task than the destructive duo's. At their current pace, they should be done cleaning up the mess that day but would be completely drenched by the time they made it back to the dorms.
Kirishima was currently enjoying a cup of hot chocolate with Tohru, Uraraka, Midoriya, Tsubasa, Iida, and Shinsou at one of the tables in the lounge. All of them, content to chat happily with one another and get acquainted with the new students of their class. There was a delicious smell in the air from Sato baking something in the kitchen. Thanks to him, the dorm had always been filled with an assortment of baked goods from the kind-hearted student. Kirishima couldn't be happier with his classmates. His quiet personality in his younger years had made it hard for him to make friends, besides Mina, before attending UA. Kirishima was proud to say that there wasn't a single student that he didn't get along with now ...Well, except for Mineta.
He and Tohru had become fast friends. Already seeing her as the sister he never had. Mina didn't count because she had declared herself the "fun Aunt," to everyone within the squad. Kirishima just couldn't help gushing over how adorable Tohru was, especially when flustered by everyone's attention.
Uraraka sat on the kunoichi's other side, she was also a big Tohru fan and was constantly asking her to use her quirk to turn her and people around the table into different animal forms. Tohru's eyes sparkled with renewed self-confidence with each successful transformation and the resulting fit of giggles and laughter from the table. At the moment, Uraraka had pointed dog ears, Midoriya had bunny ears, and Shinsou was a cat. Kirishima was still in his cat form from earlier, and Iida had respectfully declined altogether, still feeling self-conscious about his current appearance. Momo had kindly made him some hair dye earlier that should match his natural color, but the vice president didn't have a chance to try it out yet.
"Do you know where you're going to be staying yet?" Kirishima asked the group. Taking this opportunity to add some more whipped cream to his drink.
"We're not sure yet," Tsubasa answered before taking another sip of his hot chocolate. He was sitting on a stool instead of a chair with a back, to better accommodate his broad wings. It seemed he preferred to have them out since he had yet to sheathe them since unveiling them that morning. Kirishima had to stop himself from staring on multiple occasions. He was relieved that the rest of the class was having just as much trouble as him. They were just so dazzling, especially in natural light.
"Aizawa-sensei said he would have it figured out by the end of the day, but that was before…" He didn't have to finish his sentence. Everyone knew what he meant.
Kirishima sighed. Bakugou sure knew how to rope everyone up with his impulses.
"We're probably going to move into some of the empty rooms in the dorms," Shinsou theorized, downing his makeshift mocha. Maybe the reason he couldn't ever sleep was that he drank coffee in the afternoon. "I know Aizawa was already in the process of getting me moved into the dorms before these guys were hired."
"Are there enough rooms for that?" Uraraka asked, her head cocked to one side in confusion. "There's plenty of unoccupied rooms on the girls' side of the dorms, but aren't there only a few open on the guys' side?"
"Maybe Kaminari's fear of some students being shifted out is true?" Iida proposed, his hands chopping the air in front of him. "Though Aizawa-sensei has been known to use irresponsible ruses before. I never thought he would actually expel some of us someday."
"I don't think he would kick people out of the Hero Course for students only staying a semester," Midoriya mused half to himself.
"Midoriya's right. The twins will probably end up sharing a room," Shinsou agreed.
"That's not very fair. It's not like they're little kids or something. They shouldn't be forced to share because they're twins," Kirishima argued for his new friends. Shinsou only shrugged.
"I don't think that's going to work," the winged student admitted. His feathers ruffled behind him awkwardly in a completely endearing gesture. "We're kind of in the middle of an argument right now. I don't think having us in the same room would be good for anyone considering how explosive my brother could be."
"Yeah, that doesn't sound like a good thing. I bet that would be like Deku and Bakugou sharing a room," Uraraka summarized with a laugh.
Everyone but the shinobi paled at the thought.
Shinsou hastily pulled his phone out of his pocket. "I should give Aizawa a heads up in case that was his intention."
The redhead glanced at the clock. There was still another hour of detention left. With the speed in which they were moving earlier, they should be finishing up any minute now.
Good. Maybe Bakugou could squeeze a nap in before it got dark.
For some reason, the explosive teen seemed to sleep more comfortably in the presence of others. Maybe his body refused to embarrass himself in front of people? Whatever the reason, that was why the infamous Bakusquad sleepovers suddenly doubled in number over the last few weeks. Kirishima was worried about Bakugou. His nightmares were only getting worse. It's a miracle that no one else had figured it out, with how frequently he accidentally set his quirk off in his sleep.
Kirishima frowned into his hot chocolate. It wasn't that he just felt worried about his best friend, but he also felt guilty about the whole situation.
He only started having nightmares again because I started having nightmares as well, he thought sadly to himself. Choosing to forget that it was because of him that Bakugou's night-terrors stopped in the first place.
The tail the redhead forgot he still had, began to droop with his self-deprecating thoughts. The near-death experience he had a couple weeks ago only cemented what he already thought of his abilities as a hero. Kirishima was terrified that he would break again when others were depending on him. He was lucky that he had the support of his mentor Fat Gum before, but what if he was alone next time?
Or worse, Kirishima was afraid that he could end up hurting someone with his quirk. A fear he had carried with him ever since his quirk manifested itself, injuring himself and leaving a permanent reminder on his face. The redhead lost count of how many times he accidentally injured Bakugou during one of his night terrors, and Kirishima suspected there's even more that he didn't know about with how stealthy the ash-blonde could be. Kiri was thankful that Bakugou wasn't in the room when he destroyed his bed a couple of weeks ago. Kirishima would never be able to forgive himself if he did something like that to his best friend.
Maybe that's why Kirishima felt so drawn to the girl sitting next to him. Feeling a sort of kinship with her since she also struggled to control her quirk. Though her struggles were rooted in her self-consciousness and not in fear of hurting others. How could it? She was the sweetest person he had ever met. Kirishima wished he could be more like her. She didn't have to worry about hurting anyone. About cutting people or herself with her powers.
Kirishima didn't realize that he had been lost in a cycle of self-criticism until Tohru got his attention. She subtly brushed his side with her cat tail. His scarlet eyes were met with caring sapphire ones before she offered him one of those smiles that rivaled the very sun. The kind of smile that his friends always talked about. He had never seen one before, and it took his breath away.
My friends actually think that I'm capable of that? The sentiment almost moved him to manly tears.
The redhead's matching cat ears twitched suddenly. Reacting to the abrupt ding of the elevator opening across the room. The excited squeals that wafted from it after the doors opened stole Kirishima's attention, causing him and Tohru to turn their heads in the direction of the commotion. There he saw Momo, Tsu, and the floating clothes of Hagakure stepping out of the elevators.
"Oh, come on, you have to admit they're super cute!"
"I don't have to admit anything of the sort," Momo responded responsibly, but there's a slight blush coloring her cheeks. Meanwhile, Tsu had a finger held to her chin as if the thought had never occurred to her. Taking this opportunity to think it over for herself.
"You two are hopeless! I need Mina here to gossip with!" the invisible girl huffed, waving her arms frantically. The movement would have gone unnoticed if it weren't for the excessive amount of colorful bracelets on her wrists that jingled with every move. "Well, if you all don't want to admit it, that's fine with me. That just means I get first dibs on one of the twins."
Kirishima cringed at that awkwardness of the situation. That declaration was wrong on so many levels. First, it was dumb to assume that you can call dibs on a person as if they didn't have wills or feelings of their own. Second, it was painfully awkward for everyone listening to ignore the fact that Hagakure had recently ended a long relationship with Ojirou just the week before. The popular rumor floating around was that she got dumped because she was too clingy. And thirdly, because both Ojiou and Tsubasa were easily within earshot. However, both seemed to be preoccupied in their own conversations to have heard her statement.
"I don't think it's very appropriate to discuss such matters openly," Momo rebuked quietly, trying to cut the conversation short before further drama could start. The Vice President quickened her pace. Hoping to herd the girls with her out of earshot of the rest of the class. Momo looked to Tsu for help, but she was still thinking over Hagakure's previous statement.
True to character, when the green-haired girl did speak up, she said whatever was on her mind. "Which one of the twins do you like the most?" Tsu asked innocently, completely oblivious that she was adding more fuel to the fire. Momo looked like she wanted to facepalm, but her prodigious upbringing prevented her from doing so.
"Kyo obviously. Who better to help me stand out than an exciting, fiery personality!" she let out another excited squeal, which caught a few other people's attention.
"Aren't relationships supposed to be about feelings and compatibility?" Tsu asked.
"Maybe normal people have that luxury, but you have to admit that for Pro-Heroes, they're more about the give and take," Hagakure pointed out, so matter of fact. It was hard to call her out when what she said was true. They've all seen how many Pro-Heroes enter relationships and even marry one another to strengthen their Hero Agencies and gain popularity. To think that they had to think like that when they weren't even out of high school was a tough pill to swallow. It made Kirishima wonder what his future with Bakugou would be like. If he had any at all.
Tohru also looked incredibly uncomfortable about the conversation. The twins were her teammates, after all. She had grown up with them and had even lived with them for years. Being forced to listen to someone she doesn't know, talk about them like they were objects was probably incredibly difficult for her to do. Kirishima offered her a reassuring smile with his fluffy scarlet tail waving happily behind him. That seemed to do the trick, for she immediately brightened up in response.
A loud bang made everyone jump as the front doors slammed open. The wind had ripped the door from the now sopping wet forms of Kaminari, Sero, and Mina as they entered the building. They immediately collapsed onto the floor in exhaustion, almost tripping Bakugou and Kyo, who followed closely behind them. Escorting them was the mostly dry form of Aizawa with an umbrella and his new adoptive daughter Eri.
"Watch where you're going losers!" Bakugou snapped.
"Us? You're the one who nearly stepped on us," Kaminari groaned, too exhausted to even lift his head from where he currently laid on the floor.
"Shut up!" Bakugou yelled, crossing his arms.
"Take your own advice," Kyo muttered, shaking his hair and body dry like a dog, spraying everyone around him with even more water. The trio on the floor groaned in response while Bakugou just growled in disdain. Kyo, however, remained oblivious, finishing with a smile on his face, which highlighted his sharp canines. His vibrant orange locks were disheveled by the act.
"Ah, much better," he practically purred while resting an arm on Tohru's shoulder, who had come to greet him.
Aizawa watched the exchange with little interest. "You should all get changed and get some rest. Catching a cold will not get you out of class tomorrow," the underground hero warned. By this time, most of the class had gathered around them. He looked over at the newcomers.
"I was only able to get Shinsou and Eri's rooms ready, thanks to this morning's disruptions. So, for now, you'll have to find somebody to bunk with until I'm able to get them ready for you," Aizawa informed with a disapproving glare aimed directly at Kyo. A look that would put any sane person in their place, but of course, the shinobi only grinned like a Cheshire cat in response. '
This guy's got a death wish, Kirishima thought in bewilderment. Even Bakugou's not stubborn enough to provoke a teacher!
Aizawa's eye twitched in annoyance. "On second thought. It might be in everyone's best interest to minimize damages by having the two ticking time bombs in the same room."
"What?!" Bakugou yelled, his hands sparkling dangerously in anger. "Why do I have to get stuck with this psycho?!" He demanded, pointing a rude finger at the shinobi in question, who also didn't look thrilled about the idea, but remained quiet.
Perhaps Kyo did have self-preservation instincts after all.
"Have you looked in the mirror?" Sero muttered under his breath, followed closely by a few snickers from the rest of the squad. It was quickly silenced by a swift kick to the ribs and a pained grunt.
"You don't get a say, Bakugou," Aizawa yawned, choosing to ignore Bakugou's rough behavior toward his classmates. "The school has already spent an exorbitant amount of money reinforcing the walls to your room. Not to mention the intricate sprinkler and fire extinguisher system we had to get specially designed for you," their teacher further explained in his no-nonsense tone.
The hero's mind was already made up, but to further drive the point across, Aizawa continued, "Unless you want a repeat of the fire alarm incident?"
Bakugou immediately shuts up. His crimson eyes averted their gaze in defeat. The slightest traces of red coloring his face, the only hint that he was embarrassed, or as close to embarrassed that Bakugou could get.
Oh yeah, I almost forgot about that.
Kirishima thought back to a couple of weeks before his internship. What started as a prank war, quickly escalated into Apocalypse Now, when Kaminari tried to play a prank on Bakugou. The electric dummy had snuck into the other blondes room, a GoPro fastened securely to their "Idiot Helmet," while Bakugou slept and shocked him with his quirk.
As one could probably imagine, the explosive hero was less than amused. Beliving it was a villain attack, Bakugou exploded, attacking on instinct. Thankfully, Bakugou realized it was Kaminari and managed not to hit the idiot in the face with one of his biggest explosions. The bad news was that he ended up blowing a hole in the floor, and they both crashed into Iida's room below.
The sudden plummet caused Kaminari to accidentally set off his quirk in fear as they fell, which resulted in a large electrical fire. Successfully shorting out most of the dorm's electrical system in the span of a few seconds. Thankfully, their class president was busy dealing with a noise complaint on the second floor at the time of the incident. Inadvertently, saved from being crushed by Darkshadow's habit of listening to loud music in the middle of the night.
The resulting flames immediately caught Iida's vast book collection on fire, which of course, blocked their escape routes. Thinking fast and probably as payback, Bakugou created a new opening by breaking into Kaminari's adjacent room with yet another explosion. By this time, the fire alarm was blaring, and everyone was scrambling to get outside. Checking on their neighbors as they went. Kirishima's cheeks felt hot with embarrassment as he recalled how Shoji had to literally drag him away from Bakugou's burning dorm room. The terrifying experience adding to his already long list of recurring nightmares.
In the end, no one was seriously injured. Only a few burns here and there. The worst part of the experience was that they had to wait outside in the freezing cold in nothing, but their Pj's as the dorms were put out. While it only took about an hour to put out the fire, the fire alarm continued to blare, ALL. NIGHT. LONG. An unfortunate side-effect of Kaminari frying the electrical system.
Needless to say, no one got any sleep that night. Because of this incident, dorm rooms and the building itself had to be tailored to every student's quirks. An aggravatingly long process, with lots of bunking with other classmates as all their rooms were customized for everyone's safety. It wasn't their friend group's proudest moment, but it did give the Bakusquad's social media page their first viral video. Though the relevance of that feat was different depending on who you asked.
For the record, Kirishima thought the footage was pretty manly.
Aizawa coughed to get everyone's attention. "Along with these four, Eri will also be moving into the dorms now that there is no one to watch her at home. So, everyone better be on their best behavior," he explained, looking down at the shy little girl hiding slightly behind him.
She brightened up when she saw Midoriya, Uraraka, Tsu, and Kirishima. Recognizing them from the mission to save her. She waved happily at each of them.
"Yaoyorozu, could you please get her settled in the dorms? She will be moving into the room next to yours. Shinsou will be staying in the remaining boys' dorm on that floor as well. I'm counting on both of you to help her with anything she needs."
"Of course, Sensei!" Momo agreed happily. Her onyx eyes sparkled joyfully with being trusted with such an important task.
To the rest of the class, Aizawa added, "I'm sure you all will make an effort to make her feel at home here."
The class let out an excited cheer in response, everyone but Bakugou, who took this opportunity to sneak away to an isolated corner of the room. The friendly faces of Midoriya and Uraraka already making their way to greet her. She smiled happily at them. Letting go of her hold on Aizawa's leg and reached up to be picked up by the freckled face boy. Giggling as she went. Aizawa hid the smile threatening to show on his face behind his capture weapon. Once Aizawa was sure she was in good hands, he made his way to his office.
"Hello, Eri!" Kirishima greeted them once she joined them at their table. He held a plate adorning an assortment of homemade cookies up to her from where she currently sat on top of Midoriya's shoulders. Taking her attention away from playing with the fluffy bunny ears on top of his head.
After studying them for a couple of seconds, she settled on an adorably decorated rabbit cookie, which made Midoriya turn an impressive shade of red. Her scarlet eyes twinkled with more life than Kirishima had ever seen her express before.
"Are you excited about living here with everyone?" he asked gently.
Eri blushed cutely at the attention, fighting the urge to hide her face behind Midoriya's head. She smiled shyly at him, warming his heart in the process. "Yes…" she answered quietly. Her sweet voice barely over a whisper. Kirishima was content to leave it at that, knowing how shy Eri could be but was surprised when she continued with, "I'm really happy to be here with everyone. I want to make as many friends as I can." Her adorable little face brightened a little more after her last sentence.
The manliest of tears poured down his face after hearing that. It took all his will power not to give her the biggest bear hug of her life right then and there. Managing to stop himself after realizing such a sudden act would be sure to traumatize the poor girl more than she already was. So instead, he opted to give her a thumbs up while he continued to cry at the pureness of her sweet self. A few others close by were also overwhelmed by the cuteness of their newest dormmate.
"Would you like matching bunny ears?~" Tohru asked gently in her usual sing-song voice. Her sapphire eyes sparkled with a loving warmth. The brown cat ears on top of her head twitched cutely as they awaited the little girl's answer.
Eri immediately nodded her head. "Please?" her sweet little voice begged. The barest traces of excitement echoing in her voice.
The brunette giggled in response. Tohru softly clapped her hands together before bringing her hands close to Eri's face. Tohru made sure not to make any sudden movements and not to physically touch her. Mindful of her personal space. Kirishima wasn't sure if Tohru had been briefed on Eri's situation beforehand or if she was able to sense Eri's timidness from the short encounter she had with her.
The redhead didn't think Eri could get any cuter, but seeing her with large fluffy bunny ears on top of her and the resulting smile she sported after seeing her reflection was the cutest thing he had ever seen.
"Thank you!" she squeaked, the loudness of her voice scarring her a little before she erupted in a fit of giggles. She immediately skipped over to show her new brother, who was already busy documenting it on his phone.
"Thank you for that Honda-san," Midoriya thanked, taking a seat at the table. His emerald eyes were watching the little girl fondly. "You made her first night here an exciting experience."
"I'm happy to help~" Tohru assured with a smile. "And there's no need to be so formal. Because of the twins, we have always used our first names. So please call me Tohru~."
"Oh, that reminds me!" Uraraka cut in. Copying Iida's choppy hand motions to keep her mind focused on the task at hand. "Tohru, would you like to stay in my room?" Uraraka asked happily. Her puppy tail was wagging at the speed of light. Threatening to hit anyone who got to close.
"No way! She's got to bunk with me!" Mina declared from across the room as she jumped to her feet. Her previous fatigue apparently forgotten. She grabbed Tohru's hands in hers. "Please, Tohru! I haven't had a chance to hang out with you at all today!" She finished with a pout that even tugged at Kirishima's heartstrings.
The brunette was immediately overwhelmed. Her head frantically looking from Uraraka to Mina and back again. "How about I sleep in Mina's room first and then Uraraka's room second?" Tohru offered anxiously. Trying her best to accommodate everyone. "Does that sound fair?
The two girls looked at each other for a few moments, before looking back at Tohru. "Deal!" they both cheered, wrapping Tohru in the cutest group hug. Both comically pushing Kyo-who was still using Tohru as an armrest-roughly out of the way to do so. Ignoring his aggravated protests.
"Is that even necessary? Aren't there like a bunch of empty girl rooms?" Sero asked. Ever the voice of reason.
"Shh, don't ruin this for us," was all Mina said in response. Pushing him away from them with one hand as well.
"Hey! Who stole a tray of my cupcakes!" a yell sounded from the kitchen. A few seconds later, an aggravated Satou came through the doorway with a tray in each hand.
All eyes looked to Mina, who only shrugged. "Don't look at me. I haven't been here long enough for that."
He let out an angry sigh, still not convinced, but let it go. "Well, whoever did it ruined my surprise," Satou grumbled as he sets the remaining cupcakes on the table in front of them. Each was brightly decorated in the UA colors in his famous buttercream frosting. "I made these for everyone to welcome our new classmates."
Everyone immediately brightened. "Welcome to class 1A!" everyone cheered in unison as if they had been planning it for months. The newcomer's eyes widened in surprise at the genuinely kind gesture. Even Shinsou looked touched by it.
Bakugou P. O. V.
While everyone else was celebrating, Bakugou had made himself comfy in the corner seat of the couch. His arms crossed behind his head. Hoping to doze off for a little while before he was forced to share a room with that quirk copycat. He was dreading sharing a room, knowing he wouldn't be able to have Kirishima over. That was shitty in itself, but he also had to worry about the whole nightmare thing as well.
Fuck everything about my life right now.
He just needed a few minutes of peace. Bakugou already knew that he wouldn't be able to enjoy his solitude for long. It was only a matter of time before one of his annoying classmates attempted to wake him up to join in on the "fun."
He guessed that was something he could respect about Kyo. The shinobi seemed to know when to leave Bakugou alone. After their heated discussion earlier, the explosive shinobi had backed off, giving the ash-blonde the space he needed to collect his thoughts. Turning his attention on toying with Kaminari and Sero instead.
Bakugou cracked an eye open to scan his surroundings. Sure enough, he quickly found a mop of bright orange hair within the crowd of mostly neutral colors of their class. The shinobi was currently chatting happily with his female teammate and the idiot brigade. They've seen to have made themselves comfortable within his small group of friends. Not the worst thing he supposed.
The ash-blonde closed his eyes once more. He didn't need anyone to catch him awake.
The Bakugou managed to doze off for a while before the cushion he was sitting on shifted underneath him, announcing someone's presence. The movement stirred Bakugou from his slumber, but he kept his eyes closed. Hoping to dissuade the person from bothering him.
"You can stop pretending, it's only me," came Kirishima's hushed voice. Bakugou doesn't react. "I sent everyone to get us some dinner from the cafeteria. I told them to get you something that would melt a normal person's face off."
"That's still not going to be spicy enough," Bakugou complained with his eyes closed. However, the corners of his mouth slowly raised into a small smile. Kirishima lets out a laugh. Knowing that while it was a joke, it was also incredibly accurate. Bakugou's smile widened at the sound.
The ash-blonde slowly blinked his eyes open. It took a few moments for them to adjust to the light. Just as Kirishima said, the majority of the common room was empty. The only stragglers being Koda and Tokoyami studying quietly together in the corner.
The blonde let out a yawn as he stretched. "How long have I been asleep?"
"A little over an hour," Kirishima answered cheerfully. The cat ears he had earlier no longer on top of his head. Bakugou nodded, settling back into the couch. That was more of a nap than he had hoped to get. He doubted he was going to get much sleep that night. As if reading his mind Kirishima continued. "Mina wants to have a sleepover tonight with everyone. We were gonna start after everyone ate."
"Maybe we should just make every night a sleepover until the Carrottop is out of my room," Bakugou retorted, stifling a yawn. Not the worst idea since sleepovers were the only way that seemed to keep his nightmares at bay. Though there was no viable excuse to do so that the squad would believe. Not without confessing about his nightmares to everyone. "I should make that copycat sleep on the patio."
Kirishima frowned at that. "I could say it would help with my nightmares?" The redhead offered. He laid back into the couch, his shoulder brushing Bakugou's ever so slightly. They tried to keep intimate touching to a minimum when they weren't in their rooms. Even this was pushing it for Bakugou, but he couldn't deny that the contact felt nice in this situation.
The explosive hero let out a frustrated sigh. "No, it's fine. I'll figure it out somehow." Bakugou took this opportunity to roll his stiffening shoulders. "So, what did I miss today?"
Kirishima smiled his famous shark-toothed grin. He excitedly began to recount the day's events. Everything from his fight with Tohru to the encounters that happened while Bakugou slept. Both happy just being in each other's company after a long chaotic day.
"I think you'd really like Tohru. I bet you'd enjoy sparring with her."
"It could be interesting," Bakugou admitted. After hearing more about how her quirk worked, it could definitely have some unique fighting capabilities that would be entertaining to fight against. "Though if all it took was to make her lose focus. Defeating her should be fairly easy."
Shitty-Hair pouted at that. "Your wrong. She just wasn't used to fighting while a bunch of people were watching. She'll be amazing next time around. You'll see!" Kirishima defended valiantly.
"Whatever."
"Well, what about you?" Shitty-Hair began, another shark-toothed grin spreading across his face. "What do you think of the shinobi? You seemed to enjoy your fight with Kyo earlier."
"They're alright, I guess," Bakugou muttered, looking away. There was no use denying that he'd already taken a liking to them, despite wanting to hate their guts. Especially since Kirishima had always been able to read him like a friggin book. Bakugou did enjoy his fight earlier. He didn't even mind that he was forced to clean for the rest of the day to make up for it. Bakugou was absolutely pissed that the fight had ended in a tie. He'd never ever, tied in anything before. The hero was itching for a rematch. Bakugou still struggled with their chosen career path, but personality-wise, they didn't seem so bad.
"They're preferable to half of our annoying class, at least," Bakugou smirked.
"Is that any way to treat the people who got food for you?" a voice called from across the room. Both boys turn to see a group of their classmates returning with multiple trays of food balanced precariously between them. Mina and Sero holding two trays each, while Kaminari used his free hand to eat a green popsicle like his life depended on it. The trio and a few classmates were trailing leisurely behind them.
"What's Pikachu's problem?" Bakugou asked boredly, completely ignoring Sero's question.
Mina let out a laugh at her friend's expense. "He thought he could handle a bite of your curry," she explained, waving the tray in her right hand. The smell drifting from the plate was enough to confirm to Bakugou that it was just spicy enough to be palatable by his standards but would kill an average person. His stomach rumbled in response. He hadn't had a chance to eat anything since the apple he had for breakfast.
Bakugou rolled his eyes at them. "I guess that means you idiots forgot to grab some hot sauce as well?" Bakugou muttered, reaching for the tray. Only to have Kaminari grab it from Mina before Bakugou was able to grab it.
"You're so ungrateful!" Kaminari complained, his words difficult to understand with the popsicle still in his mouth. He gave the frozen treat another loud slurp before awkwardly pulling it from his mouth. His tongue comically swelled up from his near-death experience earlier. "I almost died from your devilish meal, and that's all you're worried about?"
"Are you really that surprised?" Sero asked, giving his friend a condescending pat on the shoulder. "I'm pretty sure Bakugou could eat Hell Fire, and he would still complain that it wasn't hot enough."
"Damn straight. Now give me my food."
"What are you a heathen?" Kyo joked playfully, as he came to rest an arm on Kaminari's shoulders. In his hand was a half-eaten popsicle that matched his bright hair perfectly. His eyes were sparkling with its usual deviousness. "Why can't you eat at the table like a normal person?"
"Fuck you! I do what I want," Bakugou retorted, jumping to his feet. His eyes were daring Kyo to challenge him again on the matter. He was eager to pick up where they left off that morning. His hands were already beginning to sweat more in preparation for a fight. "You got a problem with that, CarrotTop?"
One of the shinobi's eyes twitched angrily at the comment. Bakugou smirked when he realized he discovered one of Kyo's pet peeves. "Maybe I do," Kyo retorted, standing up straight. Aggressively handing over the remainder of his popsicle to Mina. The temperature in the room started to rise as Kyo prepared to activate his detonation quirk. "What are you going to do about it?"
While the explosive boys measured each other up like an old western movie. Ready to act the second, the other made a move. Onlookers slowly started backing away to avoid getting caught up in their fight. Though before they could even begin, a cry stole their attention, causing them to stop in their tracks.
"Oh no, Eri, your ice cream is melting!" Bakugou's eyes drifted toward the sound to see Ribbons gently take the dripping ice cream cone from the little rugrat. She quickly cleaned up the mess and wrapped it with a couple napkins, before returning it to the mildly distressed girl.
By the time Bakugou looked back to his opponent, Kyo had already relaxed his stance. His quirk switched off, and the room's temperature was returning to normal. Noticing Bakugou's baffled expression, the shinobi simply shrugged.
"Rain check?" he proposed in a bored tone. Suddenly losing interest in their fight. He didn't even wait for Bakugou's response before walking away to retrieve his orange creamsicle from Horns. Enjoying his frozen treat as he apologized to Eri, who now saw at one of the tables with slightly strawberry covered fingers.
Everyone watching was sure that Kyo was going to suddenly burst into flames from the deadly glare their explosive classmate was giving him, but alas nothing happened. Nervously, the rest of the class followed Kyo's example and began eating their dinners. Shooting Bakugou nervous glances every now and then as they ate.
Bakugou fumed as he stubbornly continued to stand where he was. Staying there for a couple more minutes before reluctantly giving in. With a loud curse, Bakugou followed after his sorry excuse for friends. Dropping heavily in the seat between Kirishima and Sero. Stabbing his food extra aggressively as he ate.
Stupid fucking quirk copycat motherfucking Shinobi, the blonde cursed in his head, imagining the curry was Kyo's stupid face. Bakugou continued to shoot Kyo with murderous looks as he ate. The only thing stopping him from climbing over the table to blow that smug look off the shinobi's face was Kirishima's hardened hand on his knee holding him in place.
Lucky bastard.
Kyo looked like he wanted to comment on Bakugou's overly aggressive eating habits, but held his tongue for once. It appeared that the copper-haired idiot was finally running out of steam. His eyes steadily began to droop as time passed. Ribbons seemed to be monitoring his behavior closely. Whispering in his ear when she caught him nodding off. Though the shinobi would only laugh it off. He would then whisper something back to her, give her a reassuring nudge, and then start a conversation with someone at the table. It was almost like they were…
Oh, was all Bakugou could bring himself to think as he watched the scene unfold before him.
That's unexpected.
Tsubasa P. O. V.
All the common room tables had to be pushed together to accommodate the entire class for dinner. According to Midoriya, the whole class had never eaten all together like this before. Usually, they preferred to eat in their own friend groups. It seemed everyone was eager to learn more about their mysterious new classmates. Attention the winged shinobi wasn't sure they needed.
The newcomers were forced to sit at the center of the table. Sitting on Tsubasa's immediate left was the bubbly girl, Uraraka. She had quickly become friends with Tohru, but also made an effort to be friendly with him as well. Sitting across the table from her was Kyo and Tohru, who were sandwiched between Kaminari and Mina respectively. To the wind users right was Midoriya, who had served as their guide for most of the day. Shinsou had been with them earlier but had excused himself to put little Eri to bed. Promising to join them all for the class sleepover in a couple of hours.
Tsubasa was overall, relieved to have been accepted into the class so readily, with the only minor hiccup in their plans-so far-being his brother's impulsive behavior. Though, all the dream-walker wanted was to find a comfortable place to sleep. He was exhausted. And he wasn't the only one.
The brunette risked another glance at his brother. While Kyo continued to grin, and make small talk with everyone, it was clear to Tsubasa that he was ready to drop at any second. Not only was he still recovering from his injuries from their last mission, but he had also recklessly picked a fight with one of the class's strongest fighters. Then foolishly pushed his body even further by continuously blowing up the rubble in the pouring rain for hours on end.
As usual, my brother's recklessness knows no bounds.
There was no point in scolding him. Kyo refused to speak with him since waking up from his accident.
Mostly Tsubasa forced himself to stay awake to monitor the conversations his teammates had with the class. Jumping in to answer for them whenever someone asked about their background or past to minimize potential slip-ups.
For shinobi, Kyo and Tohru were terrible at keeping secrets, especially with people they got along with. They could withstand the most extensive torture imaginable and wouldn't say a peep, but will tell their friends anything with the littlest amount of prodding. It baffled Tsubasa to no end.
"The Hitsuzen twins, huh? That means "inevitable," right?" asked the girl with pink skin and horns beside Tohru. She was chewing thoughtfully on a purple pixie stick, with an excessive number of plastic wrappers littering her food tray. "That's such a mysterious name!" she cooed, clapping her hands together. The gold flecks in her eyes sparkled, giving the illusion that they were glowing.
"Very ominous indeed," The dark avian student agreed farther down the table. The comment made the shinobi nervous, but the rest of the class didn't pay it much mind.
"Is it that strange of a name?" Tsubasa asked, his voice wavering ever so slightly. He willed his wings to lie entirely still against his back. From the corner of his eye, he noticed the subtle movement of his brother's body stiffen in his seat as well. "No one's ever commented on it before," he lied behind a kind smile.
"Not at all!" Uraraka defended beside him suddenly. Startling him slightly from the abruptness of her words. She noticed his reaction and continued at a reasonable volume. "I don't think it's strange at all. In fact, I think it would make a great hero name!"
"Are you an idiot? They're not trying to be heroes," Bakugou cut-in absently, still stabbing violently at his food as he ate.
"Don't mind, Bakugou," she whispered in Tsubasa's ear. "He's just grumpy because it's past his bedtime."
"Uraraka, he'll hear you!" Midoriya shushed on the other side of the shinobi. His face was sweating profusely as he looked nervously at the ash-blonde a few seats down from them. The explosive teen in question didn't appear to have heard her remark, for he was now muttering something to the redhead beside him.
Tsubasa smiled in relief as the conversation started drifting to other topics. Most chatted excitedly with one another about the new classes they'll be taking part in starting tomorrow. He listened to their conversations thoughtfully, redirecting the conversation to safer topics when he deemed it necessary. Often exploiting Midoriya's love for knowledge against him.
Aizawa had entrusted Tsubasa specifically to do damage control. Mainly by distracting Midoriya and his close-knit friend group from the truth of their mission, since they had a habit of getting into trouble. A task made incredibly easy since the freckled boy sought him out immediately.
Despite the headaches of the morning. Tsubasa's enjoyed his time learning about this new world. The power system here was impressive. It was different than any of the worlds they had visited before. According to Aizawa, this world still didn't have a clear explanation of why people suddenly started developing these "Quirks." It fascinated Tsubasa tremendously. That's why he humored Midoriya's long-winded ramblings. The winged teen had been guilty of similar behavior regarding subjects that interested in him. Though he hoped he wasn't as over the top as the freckled boy sitting beside him. However, if Tohru's giggling were any indication, he probably was.
Midoriya had allowed him to look through his hero notebooks when Tsubasa expressed an interest in them. Though the cover and edges were burned, the insides were surprisingly in great condition. While Tsubasa flipped through it, he saw everyone one of his classmates as well as numerous people he had never seen before, within its pages. Each one had a full-body illustration in what he assumed were everyone's hero costumes. The artwork was passable, but clearly not his forte. Where it really shined were his notes and explanations. Midoriya had everyone's stats listed as well as battles each student had been in during the school year. Midoriya also had listed of battles that had yet to pass and predictions of who would win.
It was incredibly well written and organized. The more Tsubasa read it, the more he began to see the similarities between Midoriya and himself. It reminded Tsubasa of the book he and his brother collaborated on to document the many worlds they had visited. Tsubasa would write the history, and Kyo would illustrate it for him.
Guess that makes Bakugou, Midoriya's version of Kyo, Tsubasa realized with a frown. Noticing that the green-haired boy snuck just as many looks at the explosive blond that Tsubasa did for his hotheaded brother.
The information provided in Midoriya's notebooks were almost on par with the info Aizawa had provided them. Tsubasa was very impressed with the boy's awareness of his surroundings. He now understood why Tsubasa was tasked with keeping an eye on him. Someone, this highly attuned with the world around him, could easily stumble onto their secret if left unchecked.
It shouldn't be too hard to keep him busy.
Someone tapped on his shoulder, breaking him out of his thoughts. He looked up to see the familiar form of Shinsou standing above him. His indigo eyes looked as tired as ever despite the cup of coffee in his hands.
"Aizawa wants to go over tomorrow's lesson with the three of you," Shinsou yawned, pointing a thumb behind him toward the teacher's office down the hall.
"Thank you, Shinsou," Tsubasa replied, carefully standing up. Stretching his arms and wings as he did so. Giving his wings a couple of slow test flaps before allowing them to rest once again against his back. Words couldn't express how thrilled he was about being in a world where he could display his wings openly. Regularly having to hide their existence from everyone was stressful. A task that was incredibly difficult to do, considering they immediately came out when he used his foresight or dream-walking abilities. "We'll be right there."
The screeching of chairs a few feet away alerted him that Kyo and Tohru were also getting out of their seats. The three of them wrapped up their conversations before heading to Aizawa's office. Assuring everyone that they would hurry back for the class sleepover in the lounge.
Kyo P. O. V.
It was surprisingly dark in the underground hero's office. Three gaudy looking lamps were placed haphazardly around the space, but judging from the thick layer of dust covering each, they had never been switched on. The only light came from the monitor on his desk. The bluish light cast long overdramatized shadows on the few possessions in the room. If the computer remained untouched for a few minutes, the screen would display photos of Aizawa's students holding up signs that recounted the shameful behavior they had been caught exhibiting at one point or another.
The signs read statements like, "I broke my body again." "I threatened a group of kids and made them cry," and "I broke a priceless hero artifact at the museum." There was even a photo of All Might with a sign that read, "I allowed two students to engage in a reckless battle outside of class." The teacher seemed to enjoy embarrassing his students. It was only when Tohru tripped over a box in the darkness that he finally turned one of the lamps on.
Kyo had been expecting a lecture for his behavior earlier, but the hero remained silent on the matter. Instead, Aizawa leaned casually against his desk and started explaining the series of Hero and Quirkless exercises they would be teaching that week. Taking a moment every now and then to take a sip from his juice box. His scarf and goggles rested beside the photo on his desk of Aizawa, Shinsou, and Eri.
The volatile teen tried his hardest to pay attention to Aizawa's explanation, but the words were muffled in his aching head. His whole body hurt, having reached his limit hours ago. Sometimes he hated his competitive nature. He should've listened to his brother and taken it easy, considering his body was still healing. But naturally, because it was Tsubasa who had suggested it, Kyo had stupidly done the opposite.
Maybe ignoring the advice from someone who could see into the future wasn't the best idea, Kyo thought miserably. He was so thankful that Tohru managed to stop him from fighting Bakugou again that evening. He would have died. No doubt about it.
It wasn't just his injuries that had him feeling like crap. The shinobi was overheating from not triggering his detonation powers, resulting in a fever that left him feeling muggy. Something he could quickly remedy with a cat nap, but he had been enjoying himself too much to do that earlier.
Apparently, Kyo not only felt like crap, but he also looked like it as well. Aizawa immediately took notice that something wasn't right with him. The shinobi tried to play it off, but the hero was not having it. After some questionable interrogation techniques, Kyo finally caved and admitted that he was hurting after pushing his body too hard. The hero's expression softened ever so slightly with this information.
That's how Kyo ended up here.
Half slumped in a chair-shirtless-while Tohru healed his wounds with her medical ninjutsu in the privacy of the office. A pair of orange cat ears lying flat against his head to make him heal up faster. Aizawa had been relieved when he learned about Tohru's healing abilities. He wanted to avoid their contact with Recovery Girl if they could help it since they weren't sure how her quirk would mingle with their advanced healing capabilities and other-worldly bodies.
Tohru's hand was basked in dazzling blue light as she hovered it a few inches from his body. The injuries underneath slowly healing as she went. The underground hero seemed mesmerized by her medical ninjutsu. While he started off talking mostly to Tsubasa, as time passed, his eyes would linger on them as she worked.
Understandable. If our mission goes south, at least we can use this power to save as many lives as we can.
Kyo watched his teammate work in comfortable silence. The injuries he sustained that morning were healed up without a trace. Though not all his wounds could be healed so cleanly. After she finished healing his fresher wounds, the brunette had moved on to treat his previous injuries. Though there was little more, she could do for them at this point, besides taking some of the aches away.
Kyo inspected the faint pierce scars that littered his arms. The scars appeared star-shaped in nature. Something easily missed if they didn't catch the light the right way. However, they became more pronounced as they traveled up his arms, past his shoulders, until they eventually stopped just short of his heart. As far as scars go, they healed rather nicely, but still fairly obvious. It had helped that Tohru was right there when it happened; otherwise, he would have died from blood loss. Despite this, no amount of medical ninjutsu would ever be able to erase them from existence. No matter how much Tohru wished, it would.
He could see her unshed tears welling up in her sapphire eyes, but she willed them not to fall. Kyo smiled gently at her and rested his forehead against hers to make her feel better. The comforting gesture caught her off guard, causing her to pause for a moment. Her eyes slowly looked up to meet his.
There were so many swirling emotions swimming in their depths, Kyo wasn't sure which one was the most dominant. Was it sadness, relief, fear, or guilt?' He couldn't tell. These conflicting emotions soon melted away until nothing but happiness and affection remained. A blinding smile on her face. One as bright as the two-sun sunset, they saw a few worlds back. The brilliance was tarnished slightly, knowing that the other emotions still persisted somewhere deep inside her.
The volatile teen could feel Aizawa's gaze on him. Maybe if he had more energy, he would have made a joke about it, but even the thought of laughing almost made him sick. Instead, Kyo's tired crimson eyes followed the teacher's gaze, which was focused on the scars on his chest. The teacher regarded them with a difficult to read expression.
If someone were to guess the cause, they would assume that someone stabbed him repeatedly and was fought off before reaching his heart. They, of course, would be wrong. The injuries were not inflicted by being stabbed, but instead by being pierced repeatedly from the inside. That, and they did not stop before his heart, well at least not before Tsubasa rewound time to save him before the final blow was made. Rewinding time, of course, did not save him from the rest of his injuries, which he still almost succumbed to thanks to his pierced lungs.
"There. You're all done Kyo!~" Tohru chimed in her adorable sing-song voice, snapping him from his thoughts. Her hands were just finishing wrapping the bandages on his chest while leaving his arms bare.
"Mvto! Tohru!" Kyo thanked in his mother's tongue, a bright smile on his face. Tohru never failed to make him feel better. He reached for the black shirt next to him and quickly pulled it over his head. It was almost time for the class sleepover, and Kyo was ready to finally get some sleep.
"Hold it," Aizawa instructed, blocking the way to the door with his body. A sense of dread washed over Kyo as he stared at their new teacher. Aizawa's eyes were fixed on the scars still visible on his arms. "You think I'm going to see those wounds and not ask anything about it?"
Kyo scratched the back of his head in annoyance. "I was kinda hoping you wouldn't," he answered truthfully.
Aizawa was unimpressed by this answer. His emotionless eyes continued to bore into him. Kyo looked to his brother for help, but he looked just as uncomfortable.
"It's a long story," the twins answered finally answered in unison.
"Then summarize it," Aizawa stated simply, crossing his arms impatiently.
I apologize for taking so long with this chapter. I was procrastinating because I didn't feel like writing a filler chapter. Next chapter shouldn't take as long. In the next chapter we'll start to see what sort of classes the shinobi will be teaching. I hope you're enjoying the story so far! I have a lot of plans for these characters. I hope you stick around to see what's to come.